As requested, the next installment of Percy's adventures. There's going to be all the good stuff you got from the last story and even newer stuff you never even thought possible! It's going to be fun on a bun!

The House of Life. An underground empire, spanning a hundred countries and ten thousand years. It was concentrated in most of the Middle East, forming the ancient and powerful roots of its civilization, but with outposts in every country. Hundreds of millions of citizens call it home, each of them powerful, noble and brave. And the most powerful and bravest of them all, the Queen, ruled them with benevolent and absolute majesty.

It has been six months since Percy traveled to Egypt. Although he was almost arrested at the customs, he managed to slip in. Since then, he has successfully branded Lieutenant Ruker, Corporal Shaheed, Doctor Jasmine Anderson and her girlfriend, the Queen's assistant Menka, the princess' bodyguard and their leader Niriem with the mark of Greece, magically binding them and all their offspring to serve Greece forever. While maintaining their intelligence and powers their whole lives had been changed, now they only live to please Percy and expand Greece's power base. While impressive, this was far from conquering Egypt but served as a useful foothold. With this foothold Percy has had sex with both princesses, Lola and Nubia Rashid, seducing them into the extremely taboo act of screwing with a Greek man.

But although his device has grown extremely powerful, such that it could force a powerful Egyptian mage into submission, it is still far too weak to brand either princess, and much less the Queen. While Percy has made love to both their mouths, he has not done the same to their vaginas (the perquisites for branding). The legitimate royal lineage and succession is of paramount importance to the Queen and Egypt, as such she has placed a spell such that if her daughters were to be inseminated in their wombs, she would know.

The cute, angelic, kindhearted princess Lola still doesn't know the gravity of what she has done. Percy played on her innocence, using his age and experience to fuck her teenage brains out and establish himself as an older, dominating sexual superior. She doesn't know quite what is going on, except that Percy was so hot and made her feel things things she never feels with anyone else. In her childishness she still thinks it is a sort of adult game, sweetly doing whatever Percy says, even trapping her sister for him to fuck.

The older Rashid however recognized full well the threat Percy could pose. She still doesn't know why Percy is here but is extremely worried. She has studied the history of Alexander the Great and full well understood the aggressive Greeks' need for conquest. She feels extremely guilty and conflicted about how good she felt when Percy fucked her in the rough, humiliating way. The princess had never been treated like that before, and she came harder and more times than she ever did with any Egyptian boy. Also she was blown away by how not only she but her two loyal underlings had been seduced by Percy. Right now she takes some comfort in the fact that she thinks only the three of them had been fucked.

The two princesses remain as loose cannons. While Lola has been convinced to keep her and Percy's sexual escapades a dirty little secret from her mother (which she happily does because she thinks it makes her mature) and Nubia is too embarrassed to say anything, either might drop the ball at any time. And the furious and practically omnipotent Queen would have Percy die in some horrible way for violating her daughters like that.

Also a problem is Lola's girfriend Ammon, the cute and still virignial boy who was unwittingly the reason Percy could fuck Lola. So far he has not told the Queen what he saw Percy doing because he was too scared, but if he ever saw any more he would.

With a dozen loyal and highly placed women at his command, Percy has also changed. On his wall were each of their panties and the panties of the princesses, won in battle. Gone is the horny teenager who just did this to empty his balls. With a glint in his green eyes, Percy has decided that he really liked power and he was going to get it...

Percy adjusted the cuff of his dark, navy blue suit and clasped his hands behind his back. He looked at the gods in the hall of Olympus.

"Percy, you look... Different," Posiden said.

"Very good, I'd say," Zeus said.

"Hmm, you look so much older," Aphrodite said. "I'll admit, I kind of like it."

Percy nodded nonchalantly. Six months had seemed a very long time to Percy. There was a trimmed beard on his chin and he was dressed in a power suit. Sleek and handsome. But overall it was his bearing, the way he acted, spoke and moved. His voice was deeper. His intentions more serious and assertive. He went from a hot teenager to what could be a rich powerful banker type or a charismatic politician. But in his eye, there was the same glint of some sexual intent that any woman could feel.

Hephaestus flipped through the report. "A dozen women afflicted with this branding magic? The princess' bodyguard? And you've slept with both princesses?!"

"Yes," Percy said coolly.

Posiden laughed. "Now there's my boy!"

"Godamn, even I feel like I'm being outdone here," Zeus muttered enviously as Hera shot daggers at him. "How are the princesses like to fuck? Especially Lol - Ow!"

Percy smiled. "Phenomenal. Her ass is like it was sculpted to squeeze my cock dry. But I don't think too much of her as a person. She's just a cum dump for me to use, like all the rest."

Athena, ardent feminist and fellow female magic user, was rankled by his words. She'd actually held quite a lot of respect for a great magic user like Lola. "Watch your step, Perseus Jackson. She is more powerful than you will ever be." Athena wrinkled her nose in distaste. "She could be a powerful ally. I suggest treating such an intelligent and strong girl with more respect, lest she turns on us."

"She's a cum dump," Percy reaffirmed. "Would you like me to call her and let her confirm that she is?"

Athena blinked in shock. "Perseus! You!" she hissed. "You couldn't have done it without my Device anyway."

"I did not use in Lola," Percy said. "It is useful, but unnecessary. You've just got to use a firm hand to show women their place and they'll accept it."

"You little runt!" she hissed.

Percy smiled. "Here, I'll show you."

He took two steps forward. Hestia, who was tending the hearth and listening with interest, was suddenly picked up by the waist by Percy. Her eyes widened as the very attractive Percy pressed his body against hers and kissed her. She stared at him in surprise for awhile, then her eyes melted and she gave him, letting her body relax in Percy's arms.

The goddesses watched with varying degrees of outrage and curiosity, usually both. Athena gripped the handrest of her seat so hard her knuckles turned white. He deliberately held the kiss for longer than appropriate as a show of assertiveness. Then he broke it.

"Kissing a goddess like that! You've gone too far!"

Zeus raised a hand. "Athena. We still need him. Besides, it's not illegal for a goddess to do it with a mortal."

"Very impressive results. I look forward to hearing more from you," Hades said as Percy put down the blushing goddess.

"Get some more Greek men to come to Egypt. Luke, Travis, some of my old friends. I've arranged for their passage through customs. They should get in no problem. And do draw up the Greek armies. I will have use for them soon," Percy said.

Zeus raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me what to do, Percy?"

"What will they be used for?" Hera asked curiosly. Percy flashed a charming smile at Hera which irked Zeus. "To sow discord into the hearts of Egyptian women. To make their lust cloud their senses, their minds and their hearts."

"It will be done," Hera said with quiet eagerness. Zeus frowned at his wife.

"Indeed. We shall send our finest and most well endowed men," Aphrodite said. "Well, most endowed after you," she added flirtatiously.

"Egyptians, better lock up your wives and your daughters," Artemis said with a less than virtuous smile.

Percy chuckled. "Oh, it's already too late for that."

The branded women waited the meeting room in the apartment. Some were sitting with their arms crossed, others were leaning casually against the wall. Each of them was a varying shade of brown, from deep tan to a milky chocolate. They war different uniforms and had different powers, but on each of their bodies was a glowing tattoo. This room had been converted into a war room, with a projector and hierarchies of Egyptian society tacked to a board. At the very top of it all was the Queen.

Percy stepped into the room and suddenly the atmosphere changed. All eyes were fixed on him. Except Eris who didn't seem to even notice.

"Percy! You look.. Different," Jasmine said.

"I like it," Ruker said, licking her lips as she blatantly eye fucked Percy.

"Listen up," he said in a deep, rich voice. He sat on a chair and pointed at the board. "See this? The Seven Sphinxes, Zia, the Sem Priests, the General of Egypt, the major CEOs, they are all our targets."

At each point on the hierarchy a photo of that person was tacked. A stunning array of beautiful faces was on the board. The Egyptian empire spammed the varied and beautiful phenotypes of the Middle East. From raven to blonde hair, deep black to bright blue eyes, rich dark chocolately to pale Scandinavian skin. Even in these random shots, taken by Menka and her network of spies, they looked like models. Some staring straight at the camera with smoldering intensity, others shot in motion as the head turned, the hair frozen mid-swish around their faces.

There were one or two guys.

"So, lotta work to do," Eris said, spinning around in her chair.

"Who's the next target?" Shaheed asked curiously. "The Sem Priest of the Swordsman's Nation? The Performer's Nation?"

Percy grinned. He beckoned the corporal over. With a blush, she walked over and sank to her knees. Undoing his fly like he had done many times before, she took out his cock and started blowing it.

"We're not going to be do them one by one anymore. Things are going to go much faster now."

"How much faster?" Menka said, raising her eyebrow.

"We're not just going to hit one or two women anymore. We're going to get all Egyptian women fucked," Percy said. Everyone in the room gasped.

"W-what? By yourself?" Jasmine's girlfriend asked in bewilderment.

"As much as Percy would want that, no. Not because he can't. It's just... Well, a problem of time. Logistics. Percy, strangely, has the plan for this one," Eris said.

"I'm not going to be happy with just a few women getting fucked hard. I want all Egyptian women to be a Greek cock only slut. I have a few Greek friends coming over, but they'll just be helping."

"And I will personally see to it that every last fertile Egyptian woman, from the barely legal teens to the MILFs with three kids, has Greek cum inside of them," Percy said, pushing Shaheed down on his cock so hard her face turned blue.

He yanked her head off. Jerking himself off, he pointed his cock at the board and sprayed it like a hose, sweeping it left and right and up and down during his incredibly long and voluminous ejaculation. When he was done, every last actress, starlet, head of stage and powerful mage on the board was dripping with his cum.

"All of them," he said firmly. "And here's how we're going to do it..."

Eris sighed. "You know I spent all night making that board."

From a shadowy alley opposite Percy's apartment, a short boy with a peaked cap peaked out. A donkey neighed behind him.

"Quiet, Seti," Ammon whispered in hushed tones. On a little notebook, a dozen names were written.

Ammon was shy, sort of awkward around girls and boyish. But he was an exceptionally talented detective. Because of his meekness and niceness, most girls forgot he even existed. But that was a huge mistake. He's quietly slipped under the radar and with brilliant forensic magical fingerprinting and bugs, had identified every women coming and going from Percy's apartment despite their magical disguises.

He fixed his cap onto his head and got onto Seti. He broadly knew what Percy was trying to do. He looked around him. A dozen tall, leggy Egyptian women with glowing bronzed skin walked around. His eyes involuntarily slipped down to their belly. He shuddered.

The sweet, kindhearted women of Egypt. As a Medjai, he swore to protect them from the evil, insidious predations of Percy. Historically, they had been a target before. Would be invaders waxed poetic about their beauty and perfect bodies. He knew what Percy had planned for each of the fertile, healthy woman, and he was determined to not let it happen.

Zia sat at her desk, a neat stack of papers piled on the slightly angled surface. There was a slight concern. The troops of Greece had begun mobilizing to their borders. Training had intensified and stockpiles were built. Still far too small to threaten Egypt. Since the fall of Egypt Iskandar and his effective successor Zia had spent millenia carefully building and training Egypt to protect itself. It's ranks swelled with magical beasts, potent warriors of both genders and innumerable magical wards. It would be suicide at this point.

She kept on reading her daily brief. There were thousands of pages of it. An hour later she got to the list of new companies opened in Egypt. One name made her frown.

"What in the blazes is 'Hellas Phallus'?"

FYI "Hellas" is Greece in Greek. So it means Greek cock.